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Caribbean Region, Jamaican-born Poet Shara McCallum, Kingston/Jamaica, Poem “Springbank” by Shara McCallum, Poetry Collection No Ruined Stone (2021) by Shara McCallum, Robert Burns (1759-1796), Scotland’s Role in West Indian Slave Trade, Slavery in Jamaica/West Indies, Speculative Narrative Caribbean Poetry

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My Poetry Corner February 2022 features the poem “Springbank” from the poetry collection, No Ruined Stone, by the award-winning Caribbean American poet and writer Shara McCallum. Born in Kingston, Jamaica, in 1972, to an Afro-Jamaican father and a Venezuelan mother, she was nine years old when she migrated to Miami, Florida, with her mother and sisters. Her father, a singer and songwriter suffering from schizophrenia, stayed behind in Jamaica where he took his life not long after their departure.
McCallum graduated with a bachelor’s degree from the University of Miami. She earned her MFA from the University of Maryland and a PhD in African and Caribbean Literature from Binghamton University in New York. Her poems and essays have appeared in journals, anthologies, and textbooks throughout the USA, Latin America, Europe, and Israel. No Ruined Stone, published in the UK and USA in 2021, is the latest of her six books of poetry.
No Ruined Stone is a collection of speculative narrative poetry inspired by McCallum’s first visit to Scotland in 2015, where she unearthed historical records revealing that the country’s most celebrated poet, Robert Burns (1759-1796), had made plans to leave his homeland. Throughout the late summer and into the fall of 1786, Burns booked passage on three different vessels that sailed to Jamaica. He had accepted employment as a “bookkeeper” on a slave plantation in Jamaica owned and managed by his countryman, Charles Douglas. Was he trying to escape financial ruin as a struggling tenant farmer? Or was he fleeing responsibility for having impregnated a young woman out of wedlock? At the time, he was also working on publication of his first book of poetry which was well received, changing the course of his life.

Portrait by Alexander Nasmyth (1758-1840)
Photo Credit: National Galleries of Scotland
Voiced by a fictionalized Burns and granddaughter, Isabella, a “mullata” passing for white, McCallum’s collection is an imagined history of what would have happened if Burns had sailed for Jamaica in September 1786 on the Bell. Burns barely survives the voyage to Kingston, Jamaica. In the poem “Voyage,” he tells his brother Gilbert back home: …my illness / at sea gave way to a greater unhinging […] When we arrived / and for many a time after, / I was nine parts, nine tenths / out of ten, stark staring mad.
In working for Charles Douglas, “Master” at Plantation Ayr Mount, Burns confesses in “Landscape” that he has become / the detested Negro driver I feared, / harrowed by the feeling of the damned. In “Dear Gilbert,” he writes of his inner conflict and silent complicity: When talk turns to slavery, / arguments for its brutal necessity / prevail, and I sit at the table of plenty, / bite back my tongue…
Master Douglas has no such qualms about the brutality of slavery. In “Douglas’s Reply,” he says of his brother Patrick living in comfort in Scotland: My brother / believes he is good. And I let him. I am who / stops his fiction from fraying, who keeps / his whole damn world spinning. / Like so many of our countrymen / at a remove, he has turned soft and warms / to the notion these Africans have souls.
Burns becomes obsessed with Nancy (1769-1825), an enslaved African woman, ten years younger, serving in the Great House at Springbank on Plantation Ayr Mount. In “For Promised Joy,” he suffers in vain to resist the sight and scent of her: Suffer me / to ask love to dwell / in a place not meant / for love’s habitation…
In October 1788, Agnes, Nancy’s child for Burns, is born into slavery. In “Augur,” Burns speaks of Mornings, making my way to the fields / there, the child at her side uncommonly / fair and growing wilful, all the more / like her mother…
In the poem “Rising,” with failing health and fearful that he would soon have to account for his sins, Burns confesses in a yet unwritten letter to his brother Gilbert:
…Brother, what would I say in truth, but I have borne witness to, been reluctant participant in this madness. I have watched as all of us are bound by Fate, cruel twine ordained not by any law of God or Nature, but of this world we have designed. This world, where profit is the first and last word. Violence, both rule and reason.
Burns’ fictive daughter Agnes (1788-1806) was eight years old when he died in 1796. He was not there to prevent Master Douglas from raping her. He was not there when she died giving birth to his granddaughter Isabella, born in 1806 into slavery at Springbank. Isabella describes her father Douglas in “Story, The First”: He saw everything for the taking. And took. / Your daughter, my mother barely out of girlhood / when he began with her, was no exception.
In the featured poem, “Springbank,” Isabella relates that Master Douglas freed her and her grandmother Nancy, as well as paid for their passage from Kingston, Jamaica, to Scotland.
Was all the world I’d known. A child there, I was hers, Miss Nancy’s kin, no matter this skin, these eyes belonging to his face. Your father could not look at you without seeing disgrace was the only answer she’d relent to offer.
Even on her deathbed, Nancy never revealed how she had succeeded in securing their freedom. But freeing Isabella from slavery came at a great sacrifice for Nancy.
In Kingston, my grandmother was passed off as my slave. By the time our ship docked in Greenock, she was my servant, and we threaded into a tale, so tightly woven no one would guess my origin.
In an interview with Saba Keramati for Frontier Poetry in September 2021, Shara McCallum said, “The book is entirely about memory and history…. Many of us are haunted by the ‘ruins’ of history, personal ones and collective ones we carry…. I know that retelling a story and recasting people and moments from the past can’t change what has already happened. But I believe it can alter and shape how in the present we see ourselves and others…. [T]he silence, lies, and omissions we live with, in the narratives of slavery and colonialism still told, are ones I wanted to sound and try to redress.”
To read the complete featured poem and learn more about the work of Shara McCallum, go to my Poetry Corner February 2022.
Historical Footnote: The Slave Trade Act of 1807 abolishes the British slave trade but does not abolish slavery. Eight years later, Charles Douglas dies at Springbank, Plantation Ayr Mount in Jamaica. In 1822, the Anti-Slavery Society is founded in Glasgow, Scotland. Scotsman Zachary Macaulay, who had worked as a Bookkeeper from 1784 to 1789 on a plantation in Jamaica, is a leading voice and figure in the Anti-Slavery movement. Slavery in the British West Indies is not abolished until 1833.
Slavery may not have been abolished until 1833, but the UK was one of the first countries to do so. The Royal Navy had also been actively pursuing slave ships leaving West Africa for the previous 20 years at least.
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John, thanks for adding to the “Historical Notes.” In 1804, after declaring its independence from France, Haiti was the first country to permanently ban slavery and the slave trade. Before Haiti’s successful slave revolt beginning in 1791, there were unsuccessful uprisings in British-controlled Jamaica (1760-1761) and Dutch-controlled Guyana (1763).
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Another enlightening article. Shara weaves her own history with her fictional idea of Burns’s. I had not realised that he had planned the emigration.
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Derrick, I also had no idea about Burns’ intended emigration to Jamaica. As a man of humble origins with acute awareness of humanity’s unequal conditions, Burns would’ve suffered much torment as a bookkeeper on a Jamaican slave plantation, as McCallum lays bare in her fictionalized character.
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By telling stories, Rosaliene, we hear of people’s lives, such as the one of Robert Burns, we would never have heard otherwise! Many thanks for this eyeopener:)
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Martina, I’m so glad that McCallum’s work has been an eyeopener for you.
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Thank you for sharing!!… as the saying goes “the pen is mightier than the sword” so keep letting your fingers do the walking while your heart does the talking, Rosaliene, and this world will become a better place…. 🙂
Hope you have a wonderful Valentines day filled with love and happiness and until we meet again..
May the love that you give
Always return to you,
That family and friends are many
And always remain true,
May your mind only know peace
No suffering or strife,
May your heart only know love and happiness
On your journey through life.
(Larry “Dutch” Woller)
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Thanks for dropping by, Dutch, and for your Valentine wishes 🙂
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It’s an interesting concept, to write a fictionalized version of another timeline of a famous person’s life, to imagine the twists and turns their life may have taken if they had made a different choice at a crucial crossroads. Then, of course, Shara’s book may never have then been written. In that other timeline, Burns may not have become famous and there would have been no history to be found by Shara. Thanks for a thought-provoking post, Rosaliene.
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Susan, thanks for raising the point of the choices we make at a crucial crossroad in life. For whatever reason, many of Burns’ countrymen made the choice to work on slave plantations across the British West Indian colonies. Their progeny with enslaved women reshaped the emergent local societies.
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Hi. I wonder what Burns’s descendants think of McCallum’s imagined look at him.
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Neil, judging from the “Acknowledgements” section of her book, McCallum’s research in Scotland, conducted between 2015 and 2018, was well supported by historians and the literary community at universities, museums, and libraries in Glasgow, Edinburgh, and Burns’ hometown of Ayrshire.
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I remember doing one of Robert Burns’ poems in matric: ‘A Red Red Rose”! Anyway, to sum it up, Shara was impressive! On the other hand, Shara’ s dad might have committed suicide because he remained when his family moved to Florida, I think it wasn’t a good idea to leave behind a schizophrenic old man by himself.
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So glad that you find McCallum’s work impressive 🙂 I know nothing about Shara’s mother’s decision to leave her father. Mental illness puts a strain on relationships. The poet revisits her relationship with her father in an earlier collection that I haven’t read.
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Quite a history lesson and the imagined possibilities of Robert Burns to illustrate it. Thank you, Rosaliene.
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My pleasure, Dr. Stein 🙂 It’s a history lesson that still has repercussions today.
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Very interesting story even though some parts were painful. I like the idea of retelling stories and recasting people, imagination is boundless.
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Thanks for reading and adding your comments 🙂 There is no way of talking about slavery without addressing the pain of those enslaved.
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Very true, their pain must be addressed.
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Fascinating on many levels, especially how her background, education, travels, and further research guided her creativity.
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Thanks for reading, Crystal 🙂 It’s an amazing speculative narrative poetry collection.
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You interconnect me to a bigger story. Thanks.
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Thanks for dropping by and reading, Rusty 🙂
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A sort of Synchronicity, just this morning I was reading about Burns as being the author of the poem “Auld Lang Syne” but based on an older Scottish folk song.
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In Guyana, the song “Auld Lang Syne” is played at midnight at every Old Year’s Night celebration. Burns’ greatest contributions to his native Scotland were the hundreds of songs he collected and wrote as a farmer and later as a government exciseman in Ayshire. His songs comprised the vast majority of songs published in two major collections of traditional Scots music.
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Thanks for sharing. A fascinating introduction to Shara McCallum’s poetry and history, Rossaliene.
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Bette, I’m so glad that you dropped by 🙂 She was a revelation for me, too.
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There is so much truth in fiction, and especially in poetry – the truth of the heart. Every time we learn about the details of how people lived and how they felt, whether fictional or fact, we inch closer to understanding. When I read her poetry, I imagine Shara McCallum unearthing historical records, reaching through time, and developing a spiritual or supernatural connection with the people she writes about.
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JoAnna, what a beautiful way to describe poetry as “the truth of the heart”! That truth of the heart is evident throughout McCallum’s collection. In her deep connection with Burns’ life and poetry, she was able to peel the different layers of colonialism and slavery and reveal the entanglement of the “Master” and the enslaved.
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PS. I’m posting my review of The Twisted Circle with a quote from the novel. I hope you like it.
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Thank you very much for this beautiful and insightful review, JoAnna! I will share it with my readers this Sunday.
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You are most welcome!
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A very thought provoking post Rosaliene. Historical fiction is a very interesting genre that I enjoy very much. Thank you for sharing this.
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Shelley, I’m so glad that you’ve enjoyed reading a snippet of McCallum’s poetry 🙂
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A fascinating poet, and what incredibly powerful excerpts of her work. I’m frequently amazed by the depth of emotion that poetry evokes with its sound and imagery. Thanks so much for sharing, Rosaliene.
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My pleasure, Diana 🙂 McCallum is, indeed, a fascinating poet.
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Thank you for sharing your thoughts and the work of Shara McCallum!!.. there are many who will deny history’s past and reality because of a image they wish to portray… however, with the use of technology, folks like you and Ms. McCallum will be able to overcome the deniers and in time make this world a better place and make sure history does not repeat itself…. 🙂
Until we meet again…
May the road rise to meet you
May the wind be always at your back
May the sun shine warm upon your face
The rains fall soft upon your fields
May green be the grass you walk on
May blue be the skies above you
May pure be the joys that surround you
May true be the hearts that love you.
(Irish Saying)
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Thank you very much for your kind comment, Dutch ❤
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